SHADOWS

Crimson Red

(1921 - NEW YORK)

The loud sounds of the city echoed throughout the city streets. The neon lights of the 'Cotton Club' shone bright colours of brilliant red which illuminated its shabby entourage, the flamboyant building was full of colour and life, its energy radiating throughout the lifeless street.

A ravishing young women emerges from a smart black Packard Twelve, parked a few metres from the popular club, evidently superior in comparison with the other simpler cars parked along the street.

The beautiful women wore an elegant, silver flapper dress that glistened under the dull street lights. The sound of her cute black heels against the hard concrete ground was heard throughout the street as she made her way to the luminescent club, her exquisite short black hair had been placed in the flapper hairstyle, including a glamorous jewelled head accessory that complimented her wondrous dress.

As she made her way down the grim street, she admired herself in the shop windows. Confident in her beauty.

Her cold but enticing hazelnut eyes sent shivers down your spine, her skin was fair, as soft as silk and her hair was as black as night  

Her lips were crimson red, the colour of blood.

Suspicious sounds from a group of nearby dustbins catches the women's attention. she paused for a second and turned to the source. out of the shadows appears a grotty creamy white and brown caucasian cat with disgusting mustard yellow eyes. upon seeing the women the feline aggressively hissed at her, its fur spiked up defensively. 

the women rolls her eyes.

she fiercely hisses back putting her razor sharp fangs on display, the cat leaps backwards in shear terror and flees down a small gap between two neighbouring buildings. she wore an amused smirk, turning swiftly on her heels, she proceeded to the club doors casually and confidently.

 Letting herself in, her smirk still plastered on her face, she stands at the entrance for a couple seconds in absolute awe. The music, smells, colours, voices and the laughter absolutely consumes her. 

No one notices her unaccompanied entrance as they are all too busy drinking, laughing and dancing. She takes in her surroundings and instantaneously makes her way to the bar. She elegantly made her way down the red velvet steps, catching the attention of a dashing young man...more like boy...from across the room. He gave her a seductive wink and returned too his drink, grinning stupidly. She rolled her eyes and shook her head in amusement.

"You've been here for 5 bloody seconds and already men are practically tripping over their own feet for you, you're excruciating."

the women spun around in surprise and shock , her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. although her expression quickly changed to a genuine smile of glee at the sight of the familiar friend standing before her. the women was tall, she had an amazing body and possessed  beautiful dark emerald eyes that had a ring of brown around it that merged into the dark green. she had pristine blonde hair that was short, which sat just above her shoulder and was wavy. this was the style in this era. 

like the other women she fashioned a flapper dress, however hers was red and more fringed than jewelled. she had matching red heels and purse, and also wore a gold necklace that held a small gold pendant. she looked evidently older than the other women, she was in late thirties whereas the black haired women looked somewhat in her twenties.

The younger women squealed in excitement and ran over to the other women and trapped her in a loving hug. The older women released a sigh of relief and gladly returned the act of affection.  She was so happy to be reunited with her friend, she was so worried she wasn't going to ever see her ever again or that she might have been hurt...Or worse.